The gray-green fog was quietly approaching.
Gazing at the enclosing wall and the machine gun position just within reach, pairs of pupils lurking in the darkness gradually reflected a crimson light.
It was now six o'clock, and Qingquan City had just entered the night, the temperature not too cold yet.
For the spore clouds spreading through the air and the mycelial entities lurking in the underground passages, nighttime was the best cover.
The wind had just started blowing, and the visibility in the streets of North Suburb had silently dropped to less than fifty meters in the still quietness.
Watching her children, Xiya felt quite proud.
The only pity was that the humans had cut off all branches of the North Suburb underground tunnel; otherwise, she could have completely infiltrated her mycelial entities into their rear and then suddenly struck.
The plan could have been more perfect...
"Go, my children."
